Saturday, December 28, 2019

Something new.



The words are stuck.

A few actions will unstick them: driving, walking, or stitching. Somehow the last one seems out of place, but it's the only practical thing at the moment.

Until I get my back issues sorted out, driving or walking for any duration or distance, are not options. But I think I just challenged myself there.

In the meantime, there's a basket of talent waiting to be discovered. Glyphs are planned. Alien poetry waiting in the wings.


3 comments:

  1. ugh, back issues ... no words for that

    but glyphs ... such promise there

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  2. big back problems here, both of us. haven't taken a stitch

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Tell me everything!

stitching here and thinking elsewhere

 This piece is evolving around the theme of secret messages. Evolving because I am winging every bit of it. Even the basted substrate clot...

Play it again Sam.